Shall We Dance?

Just came back from an epic New York weekend: Friday night, my niece was married in Brooklyn and Saturday night, we celebrated my daughter Sabrina’s 25th birthday. Forty-eight hours of family reunion, celebration, food, drink and DANCING! I had not danced in nearly 18 months, but with the music blasting at Sabrina’s Disco Cowboy party at Automatic Slims in the West Village, I could not resist. Solo dancing, group dancing, and even a hora were all happening as bodies came alive and expressed themselves in unique and spontaneous ways. Smiles, laughter and gyrating hips united all of us as we added back one more piece of pre-pandemic delight into our lives. Did I embarrass my kids? Maybe. Did I care? Not even for a moment.